Life as a boy mom is not for the faint of heart. As I looked over today’s prompt, I first thought about how Jake’s graduation was about to catapult him to the next stage of life. I then thought about all the crazy schemes, inventions and concoctions my younger boys have come up with over the years.
Before heading to bed several years ago, I remember walking upstairs to look in on them. Their door was slightly ajar, but they didn’t hear me come up the stairs and I could not see into their room. All I heard was Goalielocks says to the Mayor, “do it again, next time it will bounce higher!” I never found out what “it” was, lord knows they wouldn’t tell me when I asked. To this day, I have no idea what “it” was and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.
During this same general period, Goalielocks and the Mayor did their best to give us a run for their money. Somehow, again they are miracle workers of a special breed, they managed to get enough toothpaste on each of their feet to put prints from their bathroom into their bedroom and into the hallway upstairs. My husband was so overjoyed that we ended up with a beautiful new hole in the wall.
A more recent story of their shenanigans comes from last October during Hurricane Matthew preparations. As the storm braced down on Florida, or so we thought, we sent Colin off to Tampa with his coach so he wouldn’t miss his hockey tournament. Jacob and I went into the backyard to start trimming the banana trees of the dead leaves that would become airborne if Matthew’s KAT 4 winds hit Florida. I was supervising and Jacob had the saw. We started with the plant closest to the house, so he pulled down the banana tree and naturally a large mouth bass fell out of it. A couple of important points here. First, we’re not directly on a lake. Secondly, the storm had not hit yet, so it could not have been carried and dumped into the tree by said storm.
There were only two ways the fish could have made it into the tree: Goalielocks or the Mayor. I asked the Mayor first since he was at home. His dimples sucked in as he smiled as he quickly implicated Goalielocks, however, there is no doubt in my mind he was complicit in bassgate. I texted Goaliocks, who then promptly called. His response was that the bass had been in our small pond (we have a very small pond in our backyard) and was unhappy so it must have jumped out of it. Perhaps the bass was hoping the banana tree would catapult it back to the much bigger lake less than 500 feet away. I will never know…. What I do know is that I will never be bored as a boy mom.